As we turn in to the end of the year, my mind has been opening up like a crumpled piece of paper. Unraveling its crinkles and sweeping my hand over the textured sheet, I’m looking at the results from a year filled with tragedy, solitude, and, unsurprisingly, growth…

I’m buying the house that I was born in. (Not literally born in, but lived there ‘til I was six months old). It also is the house that my dad bought when he was about my age and the first house my parents had together. For. real. After moving out as a family, my dad…

There’s no denying that 2020 has been hard on every single person on this planet (and the planet herself). Some, of course, more so than others, but still difficult nonetheless. I don’t need to list the tragedies, injustices, and crises that have flooded our year to get the point across. It’s pushed a lot of us to the edge and…

I’ve always had anxiety. Ever since I was a kid, clearly. I’ve thought about this story many times. I’m not sure why this particular memory stays faded in my mind like semi-erased chalk on a blackboard, but it does. And I’ve reflected on it. My conclusion: it’s natural to have internal narration of fear and anxiety of a situations that haven’t occurred (and may never will) or are in the past and lingering anxiety continues to prevail. This can go for just about anything in life. Fear of judgement, ridicule, lack of safety, failure that has yet to “inevitably” come.

Dear my love, I hope this letter finds you well. You might have stumbled upon this or sought it out, either way, I’m glad you’re here. Now that I have your attention, I want you to…